In These Rooms

In these rooms dark and bare

I recall when life was living here

How we sang and how we cried

A little of us lived here

And a little of us died

Mama she knew how to sing

But her eyes were always sad and wondering

You see her daddy drank

And he ran around

He ran away with all her dreams

And she looked just like an angel

With broken wings

Broken angel

You can learn how to fly

Let the wind carry you

far deep and wide

Beautiful angel

Well, it's okay to cry

Cause your tears will bloom

Someday on the other side

I never like my mama's daddy

For more reasons than I can share

My mama held him as he died

And I'm ashamed to say I never cried

Chubby fat and insecure

Two crooked teeth

And clothes from a thrift store

Well I never quite fit in

I guess that's why I'm singing

(chorus)

In these rooms dark and bare

What once seemed so confusing

Seems crystal clear

If I were to look back into you

The way you've looked down into me

I bet you'd look just like an angel

I bet you'd look a whole lot like me yeah

I bet you'd look just like an angel

With broken wings, broken wings

Yeah your tears will bloom someday

On the other side